Page 41 of The Game
Professional?
Distant?
I guess time will tell.
I have my notebook in front of me with all the data I’ve collected on his socials.
He has several million followers and mainly posts about hockey. He’s not very active on social media, posting only during big wins or memorable moments.
There have never been any girlfriends posted on his profile. A few pictures with his friends, teammates, and family, but never a girlfriend.
I gathered from his interest in me that he was single, but you can never really know with these players.
Some of them have girlfriends in different cities.
Alxander doesn’t really strike me as that kind.
He’s more of a friends-with-benefits type, as he’s told me himself.
Just thinking about it makes me feel like I’m burning up.
I really need to stop dwelling on his sex life, especially during a business meeting.
I stand and pace around the room, trying to calm my pulse and gather myself. I go into the hallway, grab a glass of cold water, and finally settle down before returning to my seat in the meeting room.
At 5:55, I hear a knock on the door, and my pulse starts pounding again.
I stand and tell him to come in, and the sight that greets me nearly knocks me flat on my ass.
He’s wearing a freaking suit. With his hair slicked back and a few buttons undone, he’s as handsome as sin.
I don’t know what I expected, since I’m also wearing a suit, but I was hoping I’d outsmart him in the clothing department.
No such luck.
I also realize we’re kind of matching, and just as that thought crosses my mind, his face lights up with a mischievous smile as he checks out my outfit too.
“Well, well, well, Miss Parker. I must say, we’re on the same page when it comes to our attire for this meeting.”
He looks so pleased with himself, which makes me flustered and angry.
Of course, he would bring his A-game—I shouldn’t have underestimated him.
And it doesn’t end there.
As we start, it’s clear that Alexander has his own agenda.
He wants me to take full charge of his social media, but he also wants to be involved in everything posted, like the control freak he is.
“Why can’t you just post it yourself then?” I ask.
If everything has to go through him either way, then he can do it himself.
“As you pointed out earlier, Miss Parker, I could benefit from more variety on my social media; that is where you come in, I presume. So, I want you to have control, but it will still be on my terms.”
His use of “Miss Parker” seems like his way of getting back at me for not having said his name to him yet.
I started the meeting by reviewing his social media performance metrics and offering suggestions to grow his profiles and gain more insights into his life, without overstepping the boundaries of what he’s comfortable sharing with the world.
